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drwho-shipbracket · 1 year ago

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Initial Brackets!

[ID: All images in this post are brackets of the pairings listed below]

Bracket A Pairings:

Doctor/Corsair vs Caleera/Padrac

Donna Noble/Rose Tyler vs Valeyard/Vansell

Six/Peri Brown vs Rose Tyler/Raffalo

Rose Tyler/Gwenyth vs Six/Charley Pollard

Doctor/The Eleven vs The Eleven/Miskavel

Rose Tyler/Ianto Jones vs Valeyard/Master

Valeyard/Matrix vs Donna Noble/Stacey Campbell (Partners in Crime)

The Eleven/Helen Sinclair vs Doctor/Romana

Doctor/River Song/Rose Tyler vs Abby McPhail/Cleo Proctor/Shawna Thompson

Donna Noble/Lee McAvoy vs Valeyard/Death

Six/Hebe Harrison vs Rose Tyler/Toshiko Sato

The Eleven/Kandyman vs Seven/Ace McShane

Seven/Beevers!Master vs Rose Tyler/the TARDIS

Rose Tyler/Erisa Magambo vs Six/Mel Bush

Valeyard/Inspector Darkel vs Donna Noble/Rose Tyler/Martha Jones

Mel Bush/Ace McShane vs Doctor/Doctor

Bracket B Pairings:

Thirteen/Ada Lovelace vs Caleera | The Sonomancer/Liv Chenka/Helen Sinclair

Thirteen/Rose Tyler vs Thirteen/River Song

Thirteen/Jamie McCrimmon vs Thirteen/Jack Harkness/Rose Tyler

Thirteen/Yasmin Khan/River Song vs Thirteen/Jack Harkness

Thirteen/Clara Oswald vs Ryan Sinclair/Sonya Khan

Thirteen/Nikola Tesla vs Thirteen/Astos

Thirteen/Missy!Master vs Thirteen/Ace McShane

Ryan Sinclair/Trixabelle vs Thirteen/Claire Brown

Thirteen/Lord Byron vs Leela/Romana II

Thirteen/Solitract vs Thirteen/Mels Zucker

Thirteen/Swarm vs Thirteen/Yasmin Khan/Rose Tyler

Ryan Sinclair/Yasmin Khan vs Thirteen/Delgado!Master

Thirteen/Kate Stewart vs Ryan Sinclair/Tibo

Thirteen/Missy!Master/Rose Tyler vs Thirteen/Lumiat

Thirteen/Martha Jones vs Thirteen/Simm!Master

Leela/Vega vs Thirteen/Bill Potts

Bracket C Pairings:

Twelve/Nardole vs River Song/Martha Jones/Rose Tyler

Five/Tegan Jovanka/Nyssa of Traken vs Five/Tegan Jovanka

Twelve/Jack Harkness vs River Song/Liv Chenka

River Song/Martha Jones vs Twelve/Simm! Master

Twelve/Missy!Master/Simm!Master vs River Song/Jack Harkness

River Song/Clara Oswald vs Twelve/Rose Tyler

Twelve/River Song/Jack Harkness vs Four/Sarah Jane Smith

River Song/Jenny Flint vs Twelve/Missy!Master/River Song/Clara Oswald

Twelve/Missy!Master/River Song vs River Song/Madame Vastra

Four/Romana vs Twelve/Missy!Master/River Song/Rose Tyler

Twelve/Psi vs River Song/Kate Stewart

River Song/Toshiko Sato vs Twelve/Mels Zucker

Twelve/Dhawan!Master vs River Song/Rose Tyler

River Song/Liv Chenka/Helen Sinclair vs Twelve/Robin Hood

Five/Ainley!Master vs Four/Ainley!Master

River Song/Christina de Souza vs Twelve/Missy!Master/Clara Oswald

Bracket D Pairings:

Eleven/Amy Pond vs Craig Owens/Sophie

Missy!Master/Helen Sinclair vs Theta Sigma/Koschei (Academy Era)

Eleven/Handles vs Missy!Master/Petronella Osgood

Missy!Master/Martha Jones vs Eleven/Rosanna Calvierri

Eleven/Rory Williams vs Irving Braxiatel/Leela/Narvin/Romana

Master/Master vs Three/Jo Grant

Two/Jamie McCrimmon vs Missy!Master/Liv Chenka

Inquisitor Darkel/Pandora vs Eleven/Dhawan!Master

Eleven/Craig Owens vs Graham O’Brien/Dhawan!Master

Missy!Master/Kate Stewart vs One/Ian Chesterton/Barbara Wright

Three/Delgado!Master vs Missy!Master/Nardole

Missy!Master/Rose Tyler vs Eleven/Rose Tyler

Eleven/Lorna Bucket vs Missy!Master/Donna Noble

Missy!Master/River Song vs Three/Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart

Theta Sigma/Vansell vs Simm!Master/John Hart

Graham O’Brien/Grace O’Brien vs Eleven/Amy Pond/Rory Williams

Bracket E Pairings:

Ten/Clara Oswald vs Prem/Umbreem (Demons of the Punjab)

Yasmin Khan/Gat vs Ruth!Doctor/Yasmin Khan

Ten/Jackson Lake vs Bel/Inston-Vee Vinder

Alison Cheney/Bill Potts vs Ten/Jacobi!Master

Ten/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness vs Ashildr/Orson Pink

Yasmin Khan/Martha Jones vs Ruth!Doctor/Lee Clayton

Ruth!Doctor/River Song vs Yasmin Khan/Clara Oswald

Heather/Bill Potts vs Ten/River Song

Ten/Missy!Master vs Jo Grant/Sarah Jane Smith

Yasmin Khan/Sally Sparrow vs Ruth!Doctor/Rose Tyler

Ruth!Doctor/Gat vs Rachel Jensen/Allison Williams

Alice O’Donell/Mason Bennet (Under the Lake) vs Ten/Simm!Master/Rose Tyler

Ten/Vislor Turlough vs Alice Cassini/May Cassini

Barbara Wright/Ian Chesterton vs Ruth!Doctor/Dhawan!Master

Ruth!Doctor/Lee Clayton/River Song vs Yasmin Khan/Rose Tyler

Jo Grant/Liv Shaw vs Ten/Donna Noble

Bracket F Pairings:

Nine/Missy!Master vs Livia/Romana

Martha Jones/Riley Vashtree vs Martha Jones/Tom Milligan

Bill Potts/Yasmin Khan vs Lucy Fletcher/Grant Gordon (The Return of Doctor Mysterio)

Sarah/Nick (Eve of the Daleks) vs Bill Potts/Rose Tyler

Nine/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness/Mickey Smith vs Tania Bell/Liv Chenka/Helen Sinclair

Martha Jones/The Hath (The Doctor’s Daughter) vs Martha Jones/Donna Noble

Martha Jones/Clara Oswald vs Martha Jones/Bill Potts

Tim Lunn/Cass (Under the Lake) vs Nine/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness

Nine/Rose Tyler/Mickey Smith vs Liv Chenka/Molly O’Sullivan

Martha Jones/Chantho vs Martha Jones/Rose Tyler

Bill Potts/The TARDIS vs Martha Jones/Mels Zucker

Liv Chenka/Helen Sinclair vs Shalka!Doctor/Shalka!Master

War!Doctor/War!Master vs Ivan/Ellie (Oxygen)

Elton Pope/Ursula Blake (Love and Monsters) vs Bill Potts/Jenny (The Doctor’s Daughter)

Martha Jones/Verity Newman vs Martha Jones/Jenny (The Doctor’s Daughter)

Tania Bell/Liv Chenka vs Nine/River Song

Bracket G Pairings:

Eight/Charley Pollard vs The Master/The Eleven

Jack Simmonds/Mickey Smith vs Jack Harkness/Amy Pond/Rory Williams

Ace McShane/Tegan Jovanka vs Nardole/Narvin

Nardole/Ramone vs Eight/Roberts!Master

Eight/Jack Harkness vs Sally Sparrow/Billy Shipton

Mel Bush/Hebe Harrison vs Jack Harkness/Lord Byron

Jack Harkness/Rose Tyler vs Ace McShane/Kate Stewart

Sally Sparrow/Larry Nightingale vs Eight/Grace Holloway

Eight/Fitz Kreiner vs Saibra/Psi (Time Heist)

Ace McShane/Yasmin Khan vs Jack Harkness/Martha Jones

Jack Harkness/Graham O’Brien vs Mike Yates/BOSS

Olistra/Veklin vs Eight/Jacobi!Master

Eight/River Song vs Tegan Jovanka/Nyssa of Traken

Marco Poly/Susan Foreman vs Ace McShane/Graham O’Brien

Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones/Rose Tyler vs Jack Harkness/Ashildr

Rigsy/Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart vs Eight/Dhawan!Master

Bracket H Pairings:

Clara Oswald/Ashildr vs Fourteen/Jack Harkness

Kate Stewart/Sarah Jane Smith vs Kate Stewart/Petronella Osgood

Clara Oswald/Mels Zucker vs Dhawan!Master/Yasmin Khan

Missy!Master/Clara Oswald vs Clara Oswald/Rigsy

Clara Oswald/Madame Vastra/Jenny Flint vs Gwen Cooper/Jack Harkness/Owen Harper/Ianto Jones/Toshiko Sato

Vansell/Sentris vs Dan Lewis/Karvanista

Dan Lewis/Diane vs Vansell/Narvin

Fourteen/Dan Lewis vs Clara Oswald/Rose Tyler

Clara Oswald/Jane Austen vs Fourteen/Rose Tyler

John Benton/Mike Yates vs Dan Lewis/Sarah Jane Smith

Dan Lewis/Graham O’Brien/Grace O’Brien vs Helen Sinclair/Jean (The Love Vampires)

Owen Harper/Norton Folgate vs Clara Oswald/Psi

Clara Oswald/Saibra vs Rani Chandra/Clyde Langer

Master/Alison Cheney vs Dan Lewis/Graham O’Brien

Kate Stewart/Jacqui McGee vs Romana/Vansell

Tenteen/Rose Tyler vs Clara Oswald/Clara Oswald

I hope you all enjoy!!

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moongirlcleo · 2 years ago

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I wouldn't say angst, but it's in regards to the reader's safety which leaves Reader to snap at Rogue because she can take care of herself, which causes him to even question that she trusts him.

Yes bbygirl, I was the one who requested the angst and I say, let it angst, but come to a mutual agreement.

How did i knowwwwww i love your requests bb <3 they give me life!

CW: Slight NSFW

You and Rogue had been dating for a few months by the time the honeymoon phase seemingly ended. The two of you began to bicker here and there about trivial things, mostly. The one major thing you two had bickered about, however, was his hovering. You felt annoyed at the fact Rogue would always seem to hide in the shadows watching over you. You were a more than capable wizard yourself and it almost felt like a slap in the face to you that he still felt the need to watch over you. One particular day and countless bickers later, your short fuse had burst. The words flew out of your mouth before you were able to stop it. "I've had it with you, Rogue Cheney. That's it, I'm done.." The words hit their mark, all right. Rogue stormed off wordlessly, leaving you alone to similarly stew in your own anger. It wasn't until later that evening that you realized things were serious. He'd still not returned from wherever he'd gone off to. You debated going to look for him, beginning to get dressed when you heard a faint *ping of a text message coming through. "Rogue," you thought to yourself, rushing to the phone. Disappointment flooded through your body when you realized it was only Sting.

You groaned and threw your phone to the side, hating that he was right. Once you were finished getting dressed, you headed out the door of your dorm and toward the once place you knew Rogue frequented whenever he wanted to get away and clear his mind. Sure enough, you found your dragon slayer sitting at the edge of the lake, staring out into the fading light. "I… I didn't mean what I said earlier," you said quietly. "I never should've said it." Rogue didn't even bother acknowledging you, barely giving you a shrug in response. "I mean it, Ro. I'm sorry." "Yeah, well, you did. What are we even doing, yn?" His carmine eyes turned toward you. "You clearly don't trust me, so why shouldn't we just end things?" Tears welled in your eyes. Shaking your head, you knelt down next to Rogue. "That's not true," you replied. "I do trust you. It just feels like you are the one who doesn't trust me, when you follow and hover over me all the time." You flinched when Rogue pulled away from your touch. "I don't think you quite understand what trust means, yn," Rogue said darkly. "I trust you more than anything. What I don't trust is all of the people you fight head on with no regard to your safety. They could kill you and you don't give a fuck about your own life." The words spilled out of Rogue's mouth as if a dam had burst. You listened quietly as he continued. "I care, though. I wanted a future with you, you know. I know I can be overbearing, but you knew that going into this. If that's not something you want, let me know. I don't want to waste my time here." By now, the tears were falling down your cheeks. Normally, Rogue would gently wipe them away and embrace you until they stopped. Not this time. Sniffling, you nodded. "I know. I want a future with you, too. I can try and be better about rushing into things, but I need a compromise from you, too. I want to know you trust me to take care of myself. I did it most of my life, and that doesn't just change because I'm with someone. I'll try and be less reckless, but I need you to back off me a small bit and let me do my own thing. If we can both do that for each other, I think we'll be okay?" Rogue stayed quiet for a bit, chewing his lip in thought. "It won't be easy," he exhaled. "But I do trust you, yn. I meant it. If you promise to think before you barge into fights, I'll stop hovering. But I'm not going to stop worrying, I just can't." This time, he didn't pull away when you reached your hand out to his face. Instead, he turned into the gesture, kissing the palm of your hand. "I'd never ask that of you, Rogue. But I promise I will try and do less to make you worry over." You stepped into his embrace, happy to have worked things out. The two of you walked toward your dorm in happy silence, having hope for the future.

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jjelectricalspokane · 9 months ago

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harriswalz4usabybr · 16 days ago

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Friday, October 18, 2024 - Tim Walz

Liz Cheney joined the Governor for a day of campaigning in the state of Utah. The 'official' schedule of today's events is below.

Provo, UT Event Location: North Park and Cherry Hill Neighborhoods Event Type: Door Knocking Event Time: 8:00 - 11:00 MT *Kicking off the morning with breakfast at the Brunch House, a local Provo restaurant, the campaign had very positive interactions with workers and fellow patrons. The campaign then hit the ground running carrying out 3 hours of door knocking in two neighborhoods in Provo, Utah—North Park and Cherry Hill.

Salt Lake City, UT (Event #1) Event Location: Steps of the Utah State Capitol Event Type: Campaign Speech Event Time: 13:00 - 15:00 MT *The full-text of this speech will be released shortly. This stop is unique in that the Governor was not the speaker at the Capitol, Liz Cheney, a unique campaign surrogate was the speaker.

Salt Lake City, UT (Event #2) Event Location: University of Utah Event Type: Get Out the Vote Event Time: 17:00 - 21:00 MT *The campaign wrapped up the day by launching a Get Out the Vote initiative on-campus at the University of Utah. Youth voters continue to be a major target for our campaign as they understand that we are defending the democracy that they are set to inherit, and that we are campaigning for a new generation of leaders to take the reigns of our republic. While there were many students who let us know they couldn't consolidate their religious view with our tickets, our campaign positions were well received.

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darkcavewriting · 1 month ago

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Chelan Summer

Portland, Oregon, my hometown by birth but at present not my current home. Stuck I am in Spokane, Washington, not the worst place to be stuck by any stretch of imagination, but a far cry from Portland. It wasn’t so much that I was stuck here, it was just for the summer break from Eastern Washington University. Nothing like spending the summer sleeping on a friends couch while trying to find something at least partially resembling a part time job. If anything it sure as hell beat hanging around Cheney for the summer, anything was better than that.

After two weeks sleeping on my friend Mike’s couch and doing little more than chain drinking Rainier beer I knew I needed a change, this is not at all what I had in mind for my summer vacation. It was the middle of my third week off from classes that the phone call came in from my friend Marie who was spending her summer as she always did, working at her families diner in Chelan. I hadn’t been to Chelan since I was a wee lad, and the only thing I remembered was staying in a tiny cabin with my parents. It was one of the few vacations I could think back at with fond memories and now with the passing of my parents that made me feel far more sad than I would have liked to admit.

Marie was calling wondering if I would at all be interested in coming out to Chelan for a portion of the summer to both do a little work at the diner, what with her brother being off doing basic training for the National Guard, but also if anything to not be spending the whole summer stuck in Spokane. I didn’t mind Spokane anywhere near as much as she did, but still, spending a good deal of the summer hanging out at Lake Chelan sure sounded better than than being bored. I packed my clothing , laptop and a decent selection of books into the trunk of my 1963 Ford Falcon and headed West, escape from the horrific heat that was already setting in on Spokane was a welcome change, it was already pushing 100 and it was only the second week of June. I was not used to this sort of heat, mild Portland summers had spoiled me as a kid and this was going to take some serious getting used to. I knew Chelan wasn’t going to be cold by any stretch of the imagination but it was not going to be anywhere near as warm as Spokane and that was all I was asking for. The Falcon had a decent speed and traffic was light. Well it was a Tuesday I figured I would stop for lunch in Moses Lake and make it into Chelan by late afternoon, by then it would give Marie time to figure out exactly what I would be doing at the diner, but also to figure out if the little guest cabin she said I could stay in was in any condition for me to actually stay in tonight. To say I was getting tired of sleeping on couches would be an understatement to say the least. I was longing for sleeping on a dorm bed and those things were god awful. The Falcon was my second car in less than a year. It was a replacement for the Plymouth Arrow that met an untimely demise after it was t-boned by a Ford Explorer in the first ice storm of the season. The minimum amount of insurance money didn’t afford me enough to get anything terribly fancy but the Falcon made due. I always did like vintage cars from a young age. Something about cars actually having some personality unlike the bulk of cars produced since the late 1970’s.

Lunch in Moses Lake was decent, nothing special, just a burger and fries from a little cafe out by the airport. It had been ages since I had last been though Moses Lake, probably at least 10 years, and seeing as how I was only 19, for me that was quite a while. I really didn’t remember much about my last visit other than it was rather warm as my parents and I were coming back from Banff, Alberta, Canada, via Spokane. I hadn’t been back to Alberta since then either, which made me sad. The Canadian Rockies had to be one of the most beautiful places I had ever been. I was hoping on making it up this summer but with the lack of cash flow in my life, I had ruled it out. Now with some money coming in the door, a late summer trip could easily be in the works I felt.

I didn’t know how much money I would actually have before classes started back up, but if there was somehow enough to make a short trip to the Rockies I felt it would be worth it. Dealing with only my own thoughts for a few days would be worth it I felt. I really hadn’t had a chance to spend any time on my own since my parents passed right before classes started. It was nice however to have the people around in the dorm that wanted to make sure I was alright and that I had someone around if and or when I ever needed to talk about anything which was very much appreciated, sometimes though I really just wanted some time on my own and I really hoped that here in Chelan I just might finally be able to find some time on my own.

I pulled into Chelan a bit after 4:00 p.m. which was right around when I thought I would. The skies were blue and there was enough of a breeze that even with the temperature hanging in the 80’s it was not bad out at all. I made it to the diner, Lakeside Pies, it was quite busy, the parking lot as well as the street out front was packed with cars and a small like of folks out the front door. At least the place was busy and popular I thought to myself. Nothing worse I felt than working someplace that was never busy.

I made my way through the group of people at the front door and started looking for Marie. I knew she had to be around somewhere. I saw her a couple minutes later coming out of the kitchen with a tray piled high with plates. In Cheney she had worked at Watermans, the bar and grill across from campus, which is where I first met her. Later on I ended up having a class with her and ended up getting to know her far better than I did from just having out far too much at Watermans. I wasn’t expecting her to offer me to come out to Chelan, but now that I was here I could see why, the place was packed and they needed the staff. Not that I had any experience at all in food service but now was as good of a time as any to learn and she knew I was a reliable person from the multiple group projects we had needed to complete in our class together.

Once she finished running the mountain of food to the table she came over and gave me a massive bear hug, which was not at all what I was expecting. She had never been much for hugging and such, well at least not that I had noticed. I wasn’t about to complain though. Marie was older than me, not by much though, a couple of years or so perhaps, not that it mattered all that much, just something that popped into my head. I had never thought about her in any sort of romantic way, never had any reason to in my mind. I had always presumed that she was romantically tied up with James who was the late night bartender at Watermans. I knew now wasn’t the best time to sort things out my employment because it was so busy, but I felt I should do something to help during the rush. Marie insisted though for me not to worry and gave me the key for the cabin that would be my home for the enxt couple months. I headed down the road back from the lake to find the cabin. It was nothing special to say the least, a one room box with a tiny loft in the back with an old mattress. Nothing special by any stretch, but I was clearly liking the solitude that was soon to be in my future. I headed out to my car to unload my very limited amount of belongings, tossed the clothes in the tiny closet and the books on the built in shelf next to the fridge. The fridge wasn’t on. I had to search for the breaker box and finally found it, of all places, in the bathroom, and finally got power up and going to the whole cabin. It wasn’t the best lit place in the world but I was sure I could manage to make due with it at least for the summer. I was however worried that it would get warmer than I wanted in July. I knew I was going to have to invest in at least one fan in order to make sure I didn’t roast to death. By the time I was unpacked and had the fridge at a decent temperature and ran to the store to get a few things, namely coffee, it was close to 11:00 p.m. and there was a knock at the cabin door. I walked over and opened it up and there was Marie with a to-go box and a case of Rainier beer. She came over and had a seat on the couch and handed me a beer, of course after she already opened one for herself.

She apologized for the state of the place, the idea for me to come out and stay there was just hatched this morning, not really allotting much time to prep the cabin for any sort of long term lodging. She went outside, beer in hand to make sure that the water had been turned on at a decent enough pressure that I would be able to take a shower with enough pressure to actually get clean. She headed over to the built in dining table and bench and took the seat off and pulled out a typewriter and some dishes and the like. I had always enjoyed working on a typewriter. There was just something soothing about the gattling gun sound made by the keys striking the paper. No chance for going back and editing, just one idea after another hitting the page. I loved to write, I was going to school to be involved in journalism, after this last school year though I really had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. The shock of my parents dying after hitting a moose with their car a day after dropping me off at Eastern Washington put me in a daze, a state of shock. It was a blessing that I was essentially able to take my first semester off in order to try my best to cope with the whole situation, but not having any real time by myself made that rather difficult to say the least. I did feel lucky to be able to make some very good friends that went out of their way to make sure that I was alright though the whole situation perhaps now I would have a chance, even though it was almost nine months ago since it all happened. It is important to grieve and better late than never I guess.

Marie asked me how I was feeling about the whole sudden relocation to Chelan. Clearly it was a surprise and not at all something I was planning going into the summer but I was indeed quite pleased to be here and actually be working. As well it was time away from Cheney and Eastern.

Marie agreed that I needed some real time away from both Eastern but also from the large amount of people that I had come to know there. Not that they were bad people or anything along those lines, more that they were people I was just thrown into a social circle of sorts with, almost like a support group of sorts after the incident with my parents. Ideal it was not, at all. I felt that I knew the people, well at least I kind of knew them. I really didn’t know if I could actually trust or count on any of them besides a couple who I had actually had a couple of classes with. Generally the people in the dorms left a lot to be desired. Thank god I had a single room for the whole year, made things a whole lot easier for me. Was able to have time on my own if I felt I needed it.

There was something magic about Chelan, or at least I felt that there was. I loved the lake, the peace and quiet. I was finally able to be alone with my thoughts, and that was something I desperately needed and had wanted for months. The cabin was a step up from my dorm room, but that wasn’t really saying too much. The dorm left a great deal to be desired. It was a bit drafty in the cabin even for it being summer. I had a feeling it was not going to exactly be the warmest of nights. I searched the couple of small closets in the cabin in hopes that I would find a extra blanket or something. I remembered I had my emergency sleeping bag that I always kept in the trunk of my car which I could always use if I really needed to. I felt there had to be some sort of extra bedding somewhere in the cabin though, or that Marie would have some in the main house. I made a note to ask her about that when she came back. She stepped out a few minutes earlier saying she was going to figure out what happened to all of the plates and other dishes that were supposed to be in the cabin’s kitchen.

I was still trying to get a grasp on what all was going on. I still felt like a complete and total wreck, I truthfully had no idea how all how to react to the death of my parents, even eight months later I still felt like I had no idea how to judge or process the while series of events. Their death hit me, obviously, even though I was not exactly the closest with them, or had the best relationship with them. That made my reaction their death hard to read from an outsiders point of view. As parents it was not as though they were bad, more that they were rather absorbed in their own lives and I was so often on my own or in the company of other family members. I never really felt all that close to them. I however did not know exactly how much of it I could honestly blame on them, after my father lost his job with the merger mania of banks in the early 1990’s he went back to do what he always wanted to do, teach, and got a position teaching accounting at the school of business at Lewis and Clark College in Portland and within a couple of years had been named chair of the department. My mother worked as a nurse at Oregon Health Sciences University. Often with off the wall schedules and being perpetually on call, it was not unheard of for me to only see my parents for any real length of time on the weekends, and even then my mother would have to dart off to the hospital more often than she ever would have liked.

My going off to Eastern however had prompted the both of them to look into retirement. They weren’t terribly old, both in their late 50’s but financially they were well enough off that they could at least consider the prospects of an early retirement. For my father it was much easier to scale back the work flow. He scheduled himself to only teach two senior level classes at Lewis and Clark, and he was no longer the department chair, having served two consecutive three year terms. This course load allowed him to only be on campus two days a week, save the occasional department meeting or an office hours appointment with a student. He was embracing his newfound free time and began to start running again which was something he had not seriously done since his college days at the University of Washington. For my mother however it was not as easy. She loved her job, always had, she loved caring for people, it was her nature, it was her mother’s nature as well, she wouldn’t admit it but that is why she wen into nursing in the first place.

She managed to use a good stock of her accumulated vacation time to coincide with helping me move to Cheney and it still bring summer break for my father, to see see if she was really ready for retirement. Financially they were a-ok. Owned two houses, one in Portland and another on the Oregon Coast in Yachats. The beach house was used in the summer primarily, at one point my father headed out there for two months to work on a research article with relative peace and quiet, it ended up getting published in some prestigious journal and helped his career dramatically. I hadn’t been to the beach house in at least a couple years. I knew my parents had let my aunt and uncle borrow it for a good length of time the prior summer. They had both already retired, well, more my uncle retired as he had worked for Burlington Northern for a considerable time, nearly 35 years, he was on the receiving end of a healthy retirement package even after their merger with Santa Fe.

Everything my parents owned had been left to me, in a trust that I wouldn’t have access to until I hit the age of 35. I didn’t have an issue with that in the least. Finances were to be made available to pay for my education and housing and I would be allowed to either live in or rent out my parents former home in Portland, but I would not have the ability to sell the home until I was 35. It seemed like that was a condition put in to make sure I didn’t do anything stupid with the money at a young age. I was only 19 after all. Not that I Was noted for doing anything too stupid mind you, but it prevented me from making any spur of the moment decisions to sell, and also would reduce pressure from others in the family or elsewhere to try and sell the homes as well. I had no idea what to do about the house at the coast.

I was also given a small monthly stipend for expenses, it was not a large sum by any stretch of the imagination but it was enough to keep me from really worrying about having to find some low level crappy job to make ends meet while I went to school. I was grateful for that. I was able to focus full time on school, although for my first semester it was mainly me focusing on not losing my damned mind, which proved to be far more difficult than I had ever imagined. Even though I was not exactly all that close with my parents, it still ht me, and hit me hard, far harder than I had honestly expected when I first got the news. I felt incredibly lucky that I had family in the area, just outside of Spokane, which I became closer with almost overnight. The situation there was a bit odd, and a little stressful, but we all made it work.

Getting out for the summer however I hoped would prove to be a good decision, if anything I felt it really couldn’t make things any worse. Marie came back into the cabin with a large box in her arms. Inside was a ton of stuff that I hoped would prove to be some used to me. A French press, dishes and coffee mugs, as well as a blanket and a new pillow. I was happy to see all of the things, as well as the can of coffee that was hiding under the blanket. The thought of having to function in the mornings without coffee was not a happy prospect. I had learned to love the stuff over the last year, even though I couldn’t stand it in the least earlier in my life. Getting used to using a French press instead of a normal drip coffee maker was going to take some time though I thought.

Marie looked exhausted, it was close to 11:30 p.m. and her day began at 6:20 a.m. when she arrived at work to begin baking bread and biscuits for the day. She asked if there was anything else I could think of that I might need. I told her that I couldn’t think of anything else that I needed, well at least not tonight. I asked her what time she wanted me to show up to work in the morning. She said she really wasn’t all that sure. The cafe opened at 7:30 a.m. so she figured I should at least show up by 7:15 a.m. I told her I would set the alarm clock on the kitchen counter. With it being far enough from the bed, located in the loft it would force me to get out of bed to shut the damned thing off. Marie said she was going to head to the house to get some sleep, and that if I determined that I needed anything that I should let her know in the morning. I told her I would as she headed out the door. I knew I needed to get some sleep too, it had been a long day, and tomorrow was going to be just as long, if not longer, but I really didn’t feel all that tired. I grabbed an old paperback off the shelf by the door, “Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy” and headed up to the bed with it in hand. The wind was whipping through the trees that surrounded the cabin, not something I was used to, and of course I didn’t have a fan or anything around to help drown out the sounds. The only radio had dead batteries. I had a sinking feeling I was going to have a rough time getting to sleep. Thankfully that ended up not being the case.I awoke with a jolt, the alarm was going off. The bedside light was still on, the book next to me, I had no idea where I was. This wasn’t the first time I had woken up somewhere in a panic with no clue as to where I was or how I got there, and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last either. Still it was not the ideal way to start ones morning.

I finally managed to remember where I was and that I was going to need to hurry and take a shower and get ready to go into my first day of work at the cafe, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I was hoping for it to be peaceful at Chelan, I should have known better. Calm summers in Chelan were ancient history, it was a vacation spot through and through and had been for years. Winters were the only calm time, and from what I had heard from Marie, they were almost too calm. A summer someplace that was lively and active was going to be a far cry from what I would have been in store for if I stayed in Cheney. For being a college town, it nearly rolled up the sidewalks in the summer. The summer class offerings were minimal at best and mostly all of the student population headed home, or to Spokane for the summer where there were actually jobs to be had. Not that Cheney was a ghost town mind you, but unless you worked at the University or at one of the few small businesses , in the summer there was next to nothing to do, save get drunk all the time, which most did year round anyways.

I took a quick shower partially out of necessity, but also because there only seemed to be about five minutes of hot water. That was not ideal, I needed to ask Mary about that. Not knowing what to wear for work, better yet not even knowing what I would be doing when I got there, I figured jeans and a Eastern Washington t-shirt would be ok, as the dress seemed to be rather casual when I showed up last night. I made sure I had the keys to the cabin and headed out the door on foot to Lakeside Pies. Marie was already there when I arrived, we appeared to be the only ones however. I really hoped I wasn’t going to be in the kitchen, my cooking skills left a lot to be desired, especially if it comes to cooking things quickly. I was hoping that there was already some coffee made. I hadn’t though to make any before my shower and I desperately needed a cup. If anything not just to wake up but also to warm my hands, it wasn’t particularly warm outside, hovering in the 40’s, a wee bit cooler than I was used to in Spokane to say the least. Marie told me there was indeed coffee, but I had to make it. I set up the brewers to make four large air pots of coffee in preparation for opening. I had a feeling that between the two of us we would be able to put at least one out of its misery on our own. Moments after I started the coffee, in walked Keith, one of the cooks. He was also one of the few who was born and raised there in Chelan. He was an older gentleman, I was guessing at first look that he might be in his early 60’s I was shocked to find out later that he was 77 and came back to Chelan to work here after nearly 20 years working in various diners in Seattle. You could tell by looking at him that he enjoyed working in a kitchen. Several minutes later the kitchen started filling with people coming in through the back door. Marie and I went from being the only people in the place to only a small fraction of the staff. There were nearly a dozen people in the kitchen, one whole section was set up specifically for baking the house specialty, pies. The last 45 minutes before opening was hectic, especially for me since I had no idea what I was actually supposed to be doing. Marie finally told me what I was going to be doing, and I was relived I wouldn’t be working in the kitchen,

I was relegated to serving, bussing tables and seating people. The trifecta of things I hoped I wouldn’t fuck up too bad. My biggest worry had to be dropping food on the way to the tables. Graceful I was not. I downed another cup of coffee before making my way over to the cash register, which looked to be at least 50 years old, to see if I could figure out how to use it. All in all I was thankful that it was an older register it made it far easier to use as far as I was concerned, no worries about some software having issues. As long as I could read everyones handwriting I would be golden. I knew my handwriting was far from the best but I would have to make it look a bit more readable. I felt lucky that the menu was rather limited in its offerings. Far less for me to need to try and memorize.

We could see people starting to arrive in the parking lot in advance of the doors opening. Not what I was expecting for the middle of the week, but then it was Chelan, nothing had to make sense in a vacation town like this. People were either coming in before they had to go to work, or people out here on vacation. Working here was a far cry from what I was hoping I would be doing over the summer. My plan during the spring was going to include a summer trip on Amtrak to Chicago and Milwaukee. That obviously didn’t end up happening.

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June 29

Things are starting to fill out. Things are also a mess - as usual. I'm working against the heat and myself, and though thankfully I'm watering everyday I'm not getting to spend hardly any labor hours in it. Grass still needs pulled, mulch still needs to go down, the list goes on and on.

I'm not even going to talk about the shade garden. 🤣

The vernonia hasn't bloomed yet. I hope it will, but maybe not this year.

This tomato has been doing me a concern. It's split in multiple places but like tomatoes do, it's just branching out like an undead monstrosity, headless of being split down the middle twice.

It's got flowers and A single tomato on it so far. Is there something I should do for this thing? 😂

I'm on my way to Cheney Lake for a Native Plant Walk :D. It's put on by a FB group (not the one that was so unpleasant for me, but some of the same people who were actually decent are in this group too). We'll be bird spotting in addition to plant finding, visiting a historical barn, lunching, and shopping with a native plants vendor.

Hopefully I'll snag some good pics!

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Biggest Traitors to the Conservative Cause – the McCain Family or the Cheney Family?

The Kamala Harris campaign has been actively courting some of the biggest Republican retreads they can find to earn their endorsement. The race has led them to scrape the bottom of the barrel with once revered political family names.

Earlier this week, the son of late Republican Senator John McCain, Jimmy McCain, offered a voice of support for the Vice President.

"I feel that Kamala Harris and Tim Walz embody a group of people that will help make this country better. That will take us forward. That's really what matters at the end of the day," he said.

Not to be outdone was the dynamic Cheney duo – Liz and Dick – who came out of the closet as full-throated Harris supporters as well.

In doing so, the former vice president issued a statement nearly indiscernible from something you might expect from an AOC or an apoplectic Rashida Tlaib. It’s shameful, frankly.

“In our nation’s 248-year history, there has never been an individual who is a greater threat to our republic than Donald Trump,” he said in endorsing Kamala. “He tried to steal the last election using lies and violence to keep himself in power after the voters had rejected him. He can never be trusted with power again.”

Delivered with all the fervor of a Squad lunatic.

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Trump, of course, didn’t do any of those things. And Harris, despite Jimmy McCain’s claims, has had nearly four years to try and move the country forward, and instead helped turn the economy, the border, and the world into a dumpster fire.

So questions abound – Which of these family endorsements is the more embarrassing attempt to keep a political family name relevant? And better yet, based on their actions since Donald Trump won the presidency in 2016, which family has been the biggest traitors to their own beliefs?

It’s a tough call. Two families once espousing conservative values, completely broken by a man whose bombast and hyperbole have dropped them into a fetal position in fear of what might come next, while ignoring the real threat coming from the left.

Aside from Jimmy, you had Cindy McCain actually working for the Biden-Harris administration as U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations Agencies for Food and Agriculture. She endorsed Biden in the critical swing state of Arizona in 2020.

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“I think my husband would be very pleased,” Mrs. McCain gloated after Biden’s victory. “We were good friends with the Bidens. And I just know he is looking down and going, ‘You did the right thing.'”

‘Doing the right thing,’ as Cindy stated, apparently involves selling out every one of your principal beliefs because Trump was personally unpleasant to you.

Imagine pretending to be a Republican while working on behalf of an administration that supports government funding of abortions, destroys the personal finances of the American people, and has created a humanitarian crisis at the border – including in Arizona.

Then there is Meghan McCain, famously more juvenile in her handling of Trump and his supporters, once referring to the former President as “Cheeto Jesus” and more recently, telling his ally, Republican Senate candidate Kari Lake, “No peace, b----“ when the latter made a joke about McCain supporters.

Meghan has a child’s mind while masquerading as a serious political pundit.

McCain’s ‘Cheeto’ comments were in defense of the perpetually indefensible Liz Cheney:

Liz is perhaps one of the more tragic examples of Trump destroying an individual’s entire career based on his being a big, bad, meany.

Ms. Cheney, once the third-highest ranking Republican in the House, sacrificed her career on the alter of Democrat puppets, serving as a dancing monkey for the J6 committee and ultimately losing her House seat by a staggering 37-plus points in the deep red state of Wyoming.

Cheney is so terrified that Trump could win the 2024 election that she claims his return to the White House would be evidence that Americans are “sleepwalking into dictatorship.”

She said that, while actually watching the country walk into a dictatorship – as evidenced by the Biden-Harris administration’s jailing of political opponents and authoritarian use of executive orders subverting the checks and balances of Congress – the past four years.

She has alternately referred to the GOP nominee as “the single most dangerous threat we face” and mocked his supporters for believing “the big lie” that the 2020 presidential election was stolen.

Cheney falsely accused Trump of using “Nazi propaganda” by calling his political opponents “vermin,” a term that aptly describes Liz herself.

And speaking of vermin, she dragged her father out on the campaign trail to try and save her doomed re-election bid, just as Harris is doing in using Dick to try and save her flailing effort to defeat Trump.

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Dick Cheney is probably the most fascinating of all these members of the "Island of Misfit Toys" that Democrats are trotting out.

Prior to Trump, nobody was more vilified as a ‘literal Nazi’ or the leader of ‘the Evil Empire’ than Richard Bruce Cheney.

The Democrats and the media have alternately criticized him as being a warmonger or even to some extent – a war criminal who enjoys torture – and yet today, he is playing right into the Resistance party’s hands.

These people would rather see the country overrun by illegal aliens, the economy destroyed, the average American family buried in poverty, abortion legalized up until birth, and the world dragged into a nuclear war. Why?

The Cheney and McCain families are prime examples of selling out your principles based solely on one’s personal distaste for the personality of a single man. That is weakness. That is screwing over an entire country because your feelings have been hurt.

One has to wonder if the above individuals sit on the end of their bed sobbing and poking needles into a Trump voodoo doll each night.

What kind of jelly-spined individuals act like this? What kind of people sell out the moral fiber of their beings over decades of their lives because one person lives rent-free in their heads?

Traitors to the conservative cause. Who is more guilty – the McCain family or the Cheney family?

Perhaps it doesn’t matter. Neither one will ever be relevant on the political stage again. And that’s great news for the country.

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